The bottles stand as empty now, as they were filled before
Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more
Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few
Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools

And love won't play any games with you, anymore
If you don't want it to
The world won't wait and I watched you shake
But honey, I don't blame you
Hell, I still love you New York

Yep, it's my birthday. Thanks so much to everyone for wishing me a happy birthday--I really appreciate it.

My sister is taking me out to dinner tonight and now I have to figure out where I want to eat (there's uh, not a lot of choices here where I live).

Hope everyone else has a good day today, also!

Does anyone else watch Court TV? Like during the daytime?

See, I watch it most nights because their night programming is a lot of forensic-related programming. During the day they have trial footage, which I try to avoid because sweet Lord, is it boring. This morning I turned on the TV while I was getting ready and it was on Court TV because that was what I was watching last night. They were airing the trial of that novelist that's accused of throwing his wife down a flight of stairs and oh, my God. I almost went back to sleep.

If I were on that jury, I think I might die. This morning's footage included the testimony of the forensic meteorologist (!), who went into this longwinded explanation of how the windchill factor affects the temperature. I can't imagine what the jury was thinking. I think I'd be drawing on my legal pad, making little comics of the meteorologist being eaten by weasels or something.

Watching this trial made me really glad that I've never been selected for jury duty. It was this Onion article come to life.

It could have been worse I guess. It could have been their umpteenth analysis of the Scott Peterson case (Could sentient toasters have committed this crime?) or their latest thought-provoking poll (Are celebrities treated differently? Well, are they?!).

Suffice to say, I was very early for class this morning.

CATHERINE
No. It's useless, Robert. It
wouldn't work, not ever...

BOBBY
Just give me a chance, will you?

CATHERINE
I'm trying to be delicate with you,
but you're not understanding me.
It's not just because of Carl, or
my music, but because of you...
(she looks at him)
I mean, what would it come to? If a
person has no love for himself, no
respect, no love for his work, his
family, his friends, something...
How can he ask for love in return?
I mean, why should he ask for it?

Profoundly wounded, he looks away from her.

BOBBY
And living out here, in this rest
home asylum, that's what you want?

CATHERINE
Yes.

BOBBY
(looking back to her)
That'll make you happy.

CATHERINE
I hope it will, yes.